Her First Show

I'm a 25-year-old guy from sunny California. One day last summer, I had a wonderful masturbation experience. The day had been no different than most, a pretty boring, hot, and humid day. I'd gotten up and gone to work that morning, driving in a daze since I really wasn't up to going to work that day. But there were some things that I needed to finish by a deadline, so… there I went. . I'd been milling around the office, anxious to finally cut loose the binds of employment for the day. All day long, images of my wife and what we'd done the night before kept invading my thoughts. Everything I saw in the office reminded me of my wife's firm legs, her smooth rounded ass, her moist cunt, and the echoes of moans I've grown to love. Surprisingly, I did about a month's worth of work, and left a few hours early. I drove home quickly, in hopes of spending some "quality" time with my wife, while the kids were at still school.

Now, my wife is one absolutely gorgeous woman. She's 27, about 5'4", 118lbs, 34C-23-34, and has a beautiful caramel complexion that is just as sweet to taste, as to look at. Even though she'd borne two sons for me, her body was in excellent shape. She remained very athletic throughout the pregnancy, and continued to exercise after our second son was born. She then had her tubes tied to prevent any "surprises" being that she and I both have strong sexual appetites. We joke around sometimes with me telling her that I remain in a constant state of horniness because of how beautiful she is. And if truth were told, I'm insatiable, which is why I usually resort to masturbation when my wife isn't available.

On this day in particular, when I arrived home my wife was in the loft, which overlooks the ground floor of our townhouse, giving her a view of anyone entering the house. Before I could even put my things down I heard that familiar voice calling out to me, "Hi honey, I'm up in the loft." So I put my things away, took off my coat, and headed up the stairs to where she was waiting. She was sitting at the computer, finishing up some scheduling for a recognition luncheon she was sponsoring. As usual, she was dressed in nothing more than one of the many T-shirts I get from clients. I smiled as I approached her and said my hellos with a kiss on the cheek. I don't know if she could sense it in my kiss, or by the way I was looking hungrily at her, but she smiled knowingly at me. My gaze dropped to her legs, which were becoming increasingly exposed as the T-shirt inched it's way up her thighs.

"Dear, you know how it turns me on when you walk around like that. Especially after last night, I'm a wreck. I've carried this raging hard-on with me all day." I said, causing her to glance quickly at my cock pressing against the fabric of my slacks. She smiled coyly at me, and said, "Awww, I'm sorry honey. It's been so hot these days, I can barely stand to wear anything at all." With those words, and staring at the way her breasts moved beneath the flimsy T-shirt, my cock was throbbing. "Let me get out of these clothes." I told her, hoping to get my mind off the appealing body before me. I hurried into the bedroom and began to undress. After slipping into the comfy pair of sweat pants that I usually lounge around in, I turned to see my wife at the bedroom door.

"I couldn't help but notice your delimma." she said with a giggle, pointing at my still stiff cock. She yawned and stretched her hands up in the air, causing the T-shirt to rise higher, showing off the dark trimmed patch of soft hair covering her cunt. The sight of it made me tremble. "You are a cruel woman." I said to her jokingly. "If you don't stop, I'll let loose in my pants." I chuckled and looked at her to see that familiar impish gleam in her eyes. "You know honey…" she said, moving toward me. "I've never really seen a man masturbate before. I know that you do it when I'm not home, but I would absolutely l o v e to see it up close and… personal." she purred. She stood right in front of me, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I'd be desperate for release, one way or another.

It may seems strange, but even though we've explored many different sexual techniques, she'd never mentioned watching me masturbate, so I never thought much about it. "Okay dear. Sit on the bed and remove your T-shirt." I knew watching her undress would put me over the edge. She got on her knees in the middle of the bed as I slid the sweat pants down and off. My cock sprang out like a flagpole against a building. It was already throbbing and pre-cum had collected at the tip. I watched my wife slowly removing the T-shirt, watching her nipples harden as the cloth slid over them. She wiggled slightly and I grasp my cock with my right hand, moving it with slow strokes while my left hand cupped my balls.

She was smiling when the shirt came off and was thrown to the floor. She sat with her knees spread and her eyes fixed on my cock as I stroked it up and down. "Come closer to the bed." she said. I moved to the edge of the bed, with my cock pointing towards her face. I'd never imagined doing this before, but the experience was making me hotter than I could've ever imagined. As she watched me tickle my balls and stroke my cock, her hand dropped between her legs and she started to gently glide a finger over her clit. She began pinching and rolling her nipples with the other hand. There was no doubt she was getting excited watching me. It was more than obvious by the glistening moisture I could see on the tip of her finger, and on the lips of her shaved cunt. I began to pump my cock in earnest. I was moaning with pleasure, trying not to close my eyes so I could focus on watching her as she slid a finger into her sopping cunt.

My cock was pulsating at this point. My breathing was hard as I inhaled and exhaled, humping against the amazingly tight pussy I imagined my hand to be. Those familiar moans began escaping her lips and I began jerking faster and faster. She stared at my cock, just inches from her body. "Ooooo! I'm going to cum honey!" I grunted. She didn't respond with words, she just nodded and moved closer to me. My hand was working furiously pumping my cock. I was lightly caressing my balls, which were good and swollen by now. I felt the build up inside of me, as my whole body seemed to tingle. I watched one last time as her finger slid in and out of her steamy cunt, and I exploded with a loud moan.

I contracted repeatedly as cum squirted all over her stomach and began to dribble down onto her legs. I was still pumping when she cried out, "Oh yes… I'm cumming!" That's when she tensed up and I knew she was having a huge orgasm. I squeezed out every ounce of cum, leaning over and rubbing it against her stomach with the swollen head of my cock on her skin. We lay there together, bonded by the thin layer of sweat and semen.

We made love for an hour before we had to pick up the kids that afternoon, but that remains one of the most wonderful experiences my wife and I have shared. So much, that now it's a regular part of our lovemaking. There was another time my wife and I shared mutual-masturbation… it was at a party for my best friend. But that's another story…